A/N; Here we are, at me continuing this officially~

Thank you guys for keeping up with me.

Theres a lot of development here because I think you guys deserve it.

And if you can, listen to Agora by Bear Hands. I replayed it about a million times writing this. I think it might have influenced what I did. xD

Here's the next chapter.

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I'm sure I looked shock at first. Why wouldn't I? We were caught not only ditching class but also kissing. If that was all that the person saw, that is. I immediately got that horrible feeling that sent a shockwave of unpleasant twinges through me. It was similar to that feeling that you get when you think someone has seen your porn or caught you masturbating, and I began to regret everything yet again.

I seemed to do that a lot though when I was involved in anything other than doing nothing in school, hanging out with Tweek or playing video games.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?" Kenny's voice seemed a bit worried. He obviously recognized who it was before me. Fuck me and my poor eye-sight. I moved to take a step but was interrupted when the figure did the walking.

I could see that the person was most certainly tall, and...fat? Definitely large. There was only one person who I could think of that had that stature, and as soon as I connected the dots, I felt my expression fill with fire.

"Soooo, you guys are totally gay for each other~" He looked down on us like we were lesser than him as he walked closer, and that pissed me off. "Wait until everyone hears about this!" The brunette's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes on me and not Kenny. He knew that I was the one getting pissed off. He was getting sick pleasure out of it.

I think McCormick knew too, because he began to tug on the hand he still held. He wanted to go before something happened. Eric had only blurted out a couple of sentences but he could feel that I was already getting mad.

How could he not care about this dumbass in front of us though?! He'd managed to put me through hell since he first laid eyes on me and now this. How could he not care that tomorrow we were going to have our lives made even harder. Tweek wouldn't ever talk to me again. Hell, none of my 'friends' would. I raised a hand to flip him off, and he responded by laughing like this was all a joke. "Why don't you let Kinny take care of that. "

I was ready to wipe him off the face of the earth and keep him from doing anything. We couldn't let Cartman get away with this bullshit! My fingers dug into my own palm with anger.

His eyes were still on me, and his voice raised. "I never thought that you'd be a fag too, Fucker. Guess I was wro-"

He suddenly got cut off, and I didn't know what was happening. My body started moving without me and all I could do was let it. I was caught in the burst of adrenalineine and pent up frustration.

I jerked my hand from the other's and my fist lurched at the brunette. As if I had done this before and knew on instinct, it went straight for his face and snuck in before he could block. The cold skin on his cheek struck my hand and stung both from the impact and from the temperature.

It all happened in slow motion as he stumbled back and I tailed in close, getting another in. Under his chin this time. His head flew back as he grunted one of pain.

I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I wanted him to remember not to fuck with me again. All of these years of his taunting led up to this moment. He had pushed me right over the edge and I wanted him to suffer.

The whole thing was still blurring, and while I was trying to focus on a third hit I felt my stomach take a hard blow. From what, i had no idea but it terrified me. I let out a strangled noise and fell on my knees. My hands clenched at my stomach as if it'd ease the pain. Fat fingers gripped my hair and pulled my head up.

"You're nothing, Craig. You never will be."

My eyes had been closed as I continued to wince. The pressure lessened soon as there was a loud smack and a warm hand in mine again. The cold orbs I called eyes revealed themselves as I looked up to Kenny.

"Lets hurry out of here~" He smiled at me like everything was okay, and I felt like it was.

I rose to my feet with his help, and my feet took me off along. It hurt but I ran with him alongside of me. A distant female voice yelled. "You get back here right now, boys!"

He cackled as we ran, his laughs of amusement making me almost do the same. My hand raised to hold my hat on my head and we took off and left them in our dust, weaving in and out of the trees that I stared at every morning.

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I decided that I might as well quit school, it was doing nothing but making me feel like shit. I was old enough. I could just get my GED and call it quits. I'll live my life as an artist and not sell anything until I die. That seemed like a better plan than going to class today.

I sat on my bed with my legs curled to my chest. I knew that I didn't want to show my face there, but I wasn't sure if I should or not. I really, actually didn't want to fail. Mainly because I couldn't repeat something like a whole year without going crazy.

Like always, I was by myself in the house besides Ruby, who was passed out in her own room. It was quiet, and I was staring at nothing, and listening to nothing when the doorbell rang.

I closed my eyes, letting myself fall forward on the bed. My face buried in the sheets, I groaned loudly. Fuck this, I really didn't even wanna get up. I couldn't tell how I felt let alone how to walk without falling.

On one hand, I was now dating someone. I should have been feeling butterflies tickle the inside of my stomach, and been excited to see him like anyone would be. When the fuck was the last time Kenny dated anyone? I should feel lucky or something. I didn't though. The other hand held that feeling of dread that came with knowing that everyone knew about us.

I think I was developing agoraphobia from all of this.

I sat there like that for a while, having trouble breathing but stalling anyway. The bell rang again and I knew if I didn't want to face my demon of a sister I'd have to answer it. She wouldn't hesitate to rip my head off in the morning. She wasn't not about the morning lifestyle.

I swung to sit up on my ass again. My stomach hurt like a bitch. I hadn't even looked at it because I knew it'd just gross me the fuck out. I had only taken my pants and shoes off to go to bed anyway.

I stared blankly at the door and tried to resist the urge of laying back down. I stood and let out a long whine of distress as if I was standing up with thumb tacs under my feet. I wasn't though and I began to think that I might have been a drama queen today. Which I totally deserved to be.

The hall was a challenge with its bright light that nearly burned my retinas out. And than the stairs were worse as I saw stars everywhere from the light in my eyes. I managed to stumble to the door though without busting my ass wide open.

I didn't bother to peek out of the hole and check who it was. It could have been an organized murderer who was planning on killing me as soon as I opened the door. Or maybe he was unorganized. Either way I refused to care. I was already caring about too many things. This would have to wait in line.

I unhooked the chain lock before twisting the actual one and pulling the door open. As soon as I did, I saw that doofy smile.

"Go away, McCormick.." I muttered, flipping him off with one hand before beginning to close the door on him. He let out an over-exaggerated sigh before moving his hand to keep it open.

"Oh come on, I was just making sure that you're coming to school with me~"

"Why wouldn't I go to school..?" I asked. As if that wasn't obvious.

"You know why.."He looked away for a second before looking back. "How is your stomach feeling?"

I shrugged.

"It doesn't hurt? Thats good.." His bright eyes traveled down to look at it as if he could see through my shirt or something. His wondering eyes reminded me that I was just in my boxers though. I tensed, moving to hide my bottom half behind the door as I grew apparently flustered.

"Go away.." I tried to hide the fact that I was nervous now.

He blinked a few times as if he was startled by what he saw before chuckling. "You have to come to school today. I'm going, I'll protect you this time from getting your ass beat~" He cackled and I scoffed, turning away from the door.

I was inviting him in, for now. My hands moved up to flip him off over my shoulders. "Shut the fuck up."

I made my way up the stairs to get dressed because apparently it had been decided for me what I was going to do. I really really didn't want to. I'd have to face the problem sooner or later though. Kenny had known that now was a good time, or at least I assumed he did since he was forcing me to go with him. Maybe he couldn't do it without me, and I sure as hell know that I couldn't face it alone.

I peeled off the shirt that I had been wearing since yesterday morning and threw it on the floor at the foot of my bed where the rest of my dirty cloths were. I had been trying not to look at the bruises on my stomach up until now. I looked though and they weren't pretty. I'd only been hit once but it was a good hit, and it left a blotchy and ugly bruise. Yellows and purples swirled together to represent the color of all agony. Or something poetic like that. I immediately covered it with several layers of clothes.

I threw on a pair of dark pants and tugged my chullo over my head in haste. After seeing that and realizing my horrible fate, I didn't care about any of my wardrobe.

He had been waiting downstairs on the couch, a sandwich in his hand as I descended. I could see that he had made himself comfortable. Thank god my mom worked today or else she'd be mad at me for having such a rude friend over. He was most likely starving and we had plenty of food so I didn't give a fuck.

"Lets go." I half mumbled.

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Kenny had held my hand all of the way there. We ended up walking. We both silently agreed to it since we knew it'd be good to get the fresh air and have time to think. He had pulled his hood over his face and letting only his nose and eyes peek through. The way he'd always worn it as a kid. I didn't blame him. It was so cold that I was shivering a bit even with my layers.

I think as a kid, we thought everything would be peachy when we grew up. I think we looked up to the adults in the wrong way. They weren't role models, but we didn't know that. We were naïve kids, who went ice skating at Starks Pond and drank root beer as pretend beer and thought our friends would last forever.

I wanted to be a kid again.

We gave the school a look as we stood outside. His hand squeezed mine and I peered up to him, my breath showing in the frigid air like it had when I first saved Kenny on that cold sidewalk. "I'm here. " He said through the fabric, his voice muffled and his cheeks raising to show he was smiling. I could tell that he was trying to reassure me. I felt my body shaking a bit anyway. My stomach was churning and I was going to be sick.

Inside the school was as normal as usual. For a moment, I thought that maybe we'd shoved Cartman into submission. Maybe he wouldn't tell anyone here. We'd definitely be in trouble for fighting though.

When I opened my locker I realized differently. A pile of notes fell out, which had probably been shoved through the vent holes. They were narrow but big enough to allow paper to slip in.

Our hands had released each others and he had removed his hood. It was hot enough inside to take it off. His frown now showed when he saw the bunches of paper. I picked a single one up and read the sprawled out word on the white sheet; faggot. Needless to say the rest were similar and I couldn't tell if it was one person who had written them all or several.

Of course Kenny couldn't be with me the whole day. We had completely separate classes besides our study hall and lunch. We had skipped out on study hall by being late so now all there was for us to have together was lunch.

Classes were horrible. I had shit flung at me, names called and laughs directed towards me as menacing eyes fell on my being.

I wanted to cease to exist.

I wish that I never existed at all.

Lunch rolled around and there I was with my tray in hand and people around me acting like I had the plague. I was being watched from everywhere and I had no idea why I was even getting on the lunch line. I probably wasn't going to eat if things stayed like this. The snickering and the hissing and the disgusted grunts. Everyone knew. Everyone knew and it was the worst thing that could happen to me in my senior year. I didn't mind being gay with Kenny. Fuck, I honestly never even cared about gender. I just wanted this to happen when I graduated and moved far far away.

'I could have sworn he was straight. What a fag.'

'Thats disgusting.'

'How many times do you think they've had sex?'

'I bet it was Kenny's fault for being such a whore.'

'I always knew that there was something off with him'

I could hear the voices everywhere, like they were amplified through a megaphone. I was sure that this was how the rumors spread so fast. They all looked at me with disgust, they're heads turning when I came too close.

I hadn't even touched my food yet and I was heading to throw it out. I was going to go hide in the bathroom or something. I could be alone in a stall. I heard a whistle though and I turned my head to see where it came from. I expected some sort of hideous thing that would come and ruin my life even more but it turned out to just be McCormick.

I rolled my eyes and made my way over, staring blankly at the grin plastered on his face. He really was an idiot, wasn't he? Not only that but he was sitting with that group of his, minus Eric. Any other day I would have noped out of there but today I was isolated and I had nothing to lose.

"Craig, come sit here. They don't give a shit~" The blonde chimed as I got close enough.

"Why, y-yeah! I think it's quite alright as long as ya love each other!" Butters stammered and I glanced to see him twiddling his thumbs over a premade sandwich.

"No one cares what you have to say, Butters." Stan sighed, though he looked like he hadn't heard any of what was said by the boy. "We learned about this gay shit when we were like 8 though, dude. My dog is gay. Of course I don't give a shit."

He seemed to be dealing with a problem of his own at the moment. Definitely not as monumental as mine but it was still obvious. Most likely Wendy issues.

"I don't get why anyone is concerned about what you do in your spare time anyway. There's nothing more gay than worrying about two guys have intercourse." Kyle said with a nod, fixing his eyes on me as he crossed one arm over the other on the table in front of him. "Cartmans such a fat lard for even telling anyone. Kenny's supposed to be our friend."

I plopped down at the table with a long sigh. I placed my elbows on the table and planted my face in both palms. "Fuck Cartman."

I was literally sitting at a table with the people I hated the most in this whole town, being called a faggot, and dating Kenneth McCormick.

I really fucked up this time.